Month: July 2016

Finally! An Uncle Doogs music review. And not just any music review, but a review of an absolutely spectacular evening with a phenomenal British group that you may all know. Coldplay! Uncle Doogs is coming out hot with the adjectives already, cue up Google for synonyms! Last night, Saturday July 30th, I accompanied my father…

Now this is a topic we haven’t talked much about on the ol’ Aardvark. Going off the grid, a.k.a. offline. Ooooooh how enticing it seems. But when I actually think about implementing the action of going offline, I get anxiety. The thought of being totally cut off sounds absolutely amazing but then I realize I’d…

Everybody, besides me, seems to hate this song. I don’t see why, but whenever I play it in the car, over speakers in the house–wherever–it is met with roaring objections. It’s an acquired taste? Maybe. I don’t think it really is. The muted horns coupled with ukelele (please correct me if they’re playing some other…

The other day I was at work going through my emails, dreading what was to come on the day. Maintenance, dealing with an over bearing boss, micromanagement, dealing with non-rates complaining about their job (which is cake compared to the Marines), the list goes on and on. And then I saw an email sent with…

If you’ve read this blog at all, you probably stumbled across my fairly recent ode to “Super Bon Bon” and to the creative guru that is Mike Doughty. In a similar vein (the song is by the same group and Doughty again serves as the vessel that delivers the lyrics), I’ve deemed “Circles” worthy of…

I like words. In my search for obscure and pointed words, I’ve come across the word “sonder.” Sonder is a noun: the realization that everybody else, every stranger, leads an interior life as vivid and intricate and idiosyncratic and sui generis as your own. Sit and think about that. Now try to orient your reaction…

Hello everyone. Uncle Doogs is back, and I am almost positive none of you have missed me. In fact I am sure most of you, if not all of you, were thinking, “Thank God. He’s gone.” However, I was merely away. We are going to get real personal here my fellow Aardvarkians. While I was…

If you asked me two weeks ago whether I’d read The Drowned World, I’d probably reply with an emphatic “heh?” similar in timbre to the Aflac duck. If you told me two weeks ago that I’d be writing a blog post with “Literary Favorites” and “The Drowned World” in the title–same response. Particularly if you told…

It’s not new–not even remotely–but this song is timeless. It’s the type of song that doesn’t lean on newness or novelty for it’s relevance in the contemporary sphere–at least in my contemporary sphere. It’s the type of song that doesn’t rely on status as ‘classic’–because it isn’t remotely classic or all that well-known, even–to be immortalized…

Flashback to years 2005-2010: My bedroom walls were lined with posters of cyclists. Ivan Basso descending in the mountains during the Giro d’Italia on his Cervelo R2.5. Zipp 303 wheels blurred with speed. Magnus Backstedt of Garmin-Slipstream, out of the saddle riding his sleek carbon-fibre Felt. Tom Boonen celebrating a stage win in the green…